Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Postcards From Hell

Just got a delightful anonymous comment on this post, and I figured I'd bring it to the forefront and poke at it a little bit:

You guys are honestly all idiots. You honestly want to be in Hell? I
don't care what you've been through in life, or how many loved ones you
have lost (I've lost both my parents and recently my best friend since I
was in 1st Grade) because there is -NOTHING- on this Earth or in this
life that would ever compare the pain that Hell brings. You think your
lonely or hated in life? With 6 billion people on this planet, one of
them will love you no matter how hard you try to make them hate you by
acting like a depressed little idiot who thinks the world revolves
around them and their problems. You lost people you cared for? Humans
die, its part of life. Of course its not easy, its not suppost to be
easy, but you put it behind you and live for what will happen in the
future.

It doesn't matter if everyone on Earth hated you and all
your friends died because of you, because the pain you would feel from
that is nothing compared to what Hell feels like. You can never imagine
the pain because Hell is beyond human comprehension or measure and lasts
for eternity, and don't even try to make yourself look like a bigger
idiot by saying that you want that pain, because Hell was designed to
torment and make everything in it suffer endlessly- there is no part of
the torture that you would ever enjoy. If you are serious about thinking
that Hell would be a better place than this, then you truly are a
complete idiot; get over yourselves and stop crying about something that
-you- can change, your life.

Ohhhh Anon, Anon, Anon.Please, let me explain to you about a little thing called METAPHOR. Because, you see, when my friends and I were talking about how living with a narcissist is a bit like Hell on Earth, it was a metaphor. (That means they were saying that living with narcissists is really, really bad.) Did you...did you really think that my friends here had been to The Actual Hell? That they had experienced being burned alive and having red hot pokers shoved into their eyelids for all eternity and shit like that? Anon, they were just making comparisons between the literary world of Hell, as described by Dante, and their own personal worlds living with narcissists. My friends and fellow-bloggers were speaking about the EMOTIONAL pain that inevitably comes with the abuses they've suffered at the hands of fellow human beings.

Your ignorant bible-thumping really comes through in this comment. Only bible-thumping freaks such as yourself can really sit around claiming that THEY are the only ones who know what Hell is really like, without ever having seen it themselves. Or...wait...have you seen it? I mean, 'cause if you have, then I'd REALLY like a picture or something. Or perhaps a descriptive narrative about what you experienced there?

Or, is it that you've never actually been to Hell and you just seem to think that whatever personal hell you've lived through trumps the personal hells of me and my friends here? I mean, WAS the death of your parents and best friends even a personal hell for you at all? Or have you put it behind you already and you're now living for the future? I mean, if you have, then good for you and shit like that. But if you haven't and you're just being a hypocrite (I'm putting my vote in for the latter) then you MIGHT wanna reconsider your thoughts on the matter.

And you know...I CAN think of a few sadists who probably WOULD enjoy Hell. There are people who enjoy a little slap with their tickle, if you know what I mean Anon-o.

18 comments:

I've noticed narc's lay adjectives and adverbs on thick. "I honestly and fully suggest that you are highly and severely fucked up. You are actually in utter and desperate need of some common and basic humanity".They think a lot of words make them appear intelligent. Dumb fucks in the comments section may be larger nit wits than their comment makes them appear.

Thanks for the laugh, Jonsi. For some reason this anon's ramblings reminded me of this scene from Mean Girls. Albeit a little more hellfire and brimestone but I can imagine the same person years later sobbing to her cats about the fact they are going to hell all because she's drunk and lonesome. lol that's kinda mean but totally what it brings to mind. For the record I love Dante's inferno and Billy Shakespeare's works and do love a good metaphor. that anyone would take it literally is a bit extreme!

Oh Jonsi, (I am shaking my head) the shame of it all daring to say that abusive situations can be likened to hell... without ever being there yourself. The whole rant just strikes me as silly and absurd. Sarcasm done now. (Really need a sarcasm font. Whoever events it will make millions.) I noticed on more than one occassion people trying to 'compare' emotional pain. Abuse hurts. Full stop. No need to say who's is better or worse. What makes the Anon think you were talking about them at all...hmmmm I smell a narcissistic which is a step below a rat. IMO. :) Keep writing and letting people validate their own pain. If they don't like what is writen the back arrow gets them out. Oh wait no, they want you to back out. Nope, I don't see that happening. Go you.

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